SATAN. 


King  of  the  Infernal  Empire,  and  President  of  the  "Consolidated  Penal  Indus- 
tries"  of  his  realm. 


THROUGH  HELL 


WITH 


HIPRAH   HUNT 


A  Series  of  Pictures  and  Notes  of  Travel  Illustrating  the 
Adventures  of  a  Modern    Dante  in  the   Infernal   Regions 


Also    Other    Pictures   of  the   Same   Subterranean   World 


ARTHUR  YOUNG 


NEW  YORK 

ZIMMERMAN'S,  156  FIFTH  AVENUE. 

MDCCCCI. 


Copyright,  1901. 
by 

ARTHUR   H.   YOUNG. 

All  rights  reserved. 


Press  of  C.  J.  O'Brien,  227  William  St.,  N.  Y. 


I 


Frontispiece Satan 

Portrait  of  Dante 9 

Portrait  of  Hiprah  Hunt 11 

Disordered  musings   Canto     I 

Something  happened "         2 

On  the  way  down "         3 

The  American  entrance "         4 

Compelled  to  register "         5 

Confirmed  writers  of  bad  poetry   Canto     6 

A  joke  on  a  joker "         7 

A  thickly  populated  corner    8 

Hiprah  Hunt  in  the  presence  of  the  Devil   9 

Hiprah  Hunt's  arrival  at  the  Central  Station 10 

This  is  Captain  Charon   11 

Crossing  the  River  Styx "       12 

The  sheep  "       13 

Where  Judge  Minos  administers  justice 14 

Tailors  who  wouldn't  learn  their  trade "       15 

Mashers "       16 

Slow  people  made  active  17 

He  climbed  up  in  the  world iS 

Not  a  pleasure  excursion   "       19 

Fate  of  a  hypnotist 20 

He  was  too  suspicious    "       21 

The  professional  tramps   "       22 

Boring  a  bore "       23 

He  stole  an  invention "       24 

He  walked  over  others   25 

He  ate  like  a  pig "       26 

The  department  for  lawyers "       27 

The  political  cartoonists    "       28 

Hunting  scapegoats    "       29 

The  monster  tip  system    "       30 

Making  the  best  of  it    "       31 

The  inventor  of  the  barb-wire  fence 32 

A  great  event    "       33 

The  fall  of  deceiving  land  agents    34 


ILLUSTRA  TIONS— Continued. 

A  task  of  perpetual  shovelling    Canto  35 

Exempt    "  36 

He  poked  about  in  other  people's  affairs "  37 

The  reckless  talkers  "  38 

Hiprah  Hunt  takes  a  ride "  39 

Bribe-taking  aldermen  "  40 

The  stock  jobbers'  pit    "  41 

Playing  tag "  42 

A  case  of  selfishness "  43 

A  haughty  conductor "  44 

The   female   department    "  45 

The  cold-storage  pit "  46 

He  wouldn't  blanket  his  horse   "  47 

The  conceit  taken  out  of  them  "  48 

A   careless   dentist    "  49 

Having  fun  with  a  brutal  policeman "  50 

Exciting    sport    "  51 

Penalty  for  cat  starving   "  52 

Satan  on  a  tour  of  inspection "  53 

A  Hell  theatre    "  54 

The  flatterers  "  55 

Arrival  of  a  football  champion   "  56 

A  captain  of  the  police  force "  57 

The  quack  doctors "  58 

A  swearing  man   "  59 

The  public  spitter "  60 

A  lively  dance   "  61 

Shooting  the  infernal  chute "  62 

For  chronic  grumblers "  63 

The  annual  parade   "  64 

The  farewell  banquet  "  65 


NOTE. 
This  volume  contains  seventy  sketches  and  a  dozen  full-page  pictures  now  printed  for 
the  first  time.  It  also  includes  most  of  the  drawings  originally  published  in  "Hell- 
up-to-Date."  Others  were  published  in  the  "Cosmopolitan  Magazine,"  and  a  few 
were  printed  in  the  New  York  "Evening  Journal"  and  "Judge."  Acknowledgment  is 
due  the  Editors  of  the  publications  mentioned  for  permission  to  reprint  them  in  book 
form. 


READ  THIS  FIRST. 


The  hero  of  this  hazardous  exploration  through  Hell  is  Hiprah  Hunt,  a 
lecturer,  reformer,  ex-preacher,  poet  and  president  of  a  Dante  Club. 

Hiprah  Hunt  has  no  tolerance  for  the  modern  philosophy  that 
denies  the  existence  of  Hell.  As  a  preacher  he  was  what  men  of  the 
present  day  call  a  "  back  number." 

Despite  "higher  criticism"  he  continually  and  earnestly  ad- 
vocates the  justice  of  future  punishment,  and  for  this  reason  is  known 
in  the  town  where  he  lives  as  "Hell-fire  Hunt." 

Not  unlikely  his  belief  in  a  Demon-haunted  Hell  ruled  over  by  a  personal 
Devil  is  in  part  due  to  atavism,  for  Mr.  Hunt  is  a  descendant  of  the  illustrious 
Hunts  who  lent  their  aid  to  the  extermination  of  witches  in  that  part  of  New 
England  where  witchcraft  once  flourished. 

As  President  of  a  Dante  Club  he  collected  many  books  on  the  subject  of 
future  retribution.  Among  them  (some  80  volumes)  he  chiefly  prizes  Dante's 
Inferno.  Whenever  he  is  given  an  opportunity  he  will  deliver  a  lecture  on 
Dante  and  his  work.  In  short,  Hell  books  have  so  thoroughly  absorbed  his 
mind  that  he  becomes  convinced  that  the  under-world  is  as  much  a  reality  as 
the  upper  one. 

As  a  result  of  continual  thinking  on  one  subject,  and  that  subject  a  hot 
one,  it  was  frequently  hinted  that  Mr.  Hunt's  brains  were  shrivelling  up. 
Whether  that  is  true  or  not,  he  became  imbued  with  the  idea  that  he 
must  find  the  Infernal  Regions  and  prove  to  the  world  that  the 
place  is  not  a  myth. 

In  the  Fall  of  1900  Mr.  Hunt  mysteriously  disappeared  from  home.  For 
six  weeks  nothing  was  seen  or  heard  of  him.  When  he  returned  he  set  to 
work  immediately  and  wrote  a  poem  consisting  of  sixty-eight  cantos  of  blank 
verse,  curiously  mixed  with  prose,  quotations  and  numerous  foot-notes.  This 
poem,  he  declares,  is  the  account  of  a  six  weeks'  journey 
through   Hell. 

Mr.  Hunt's  original  manuscript  which  is  in  possession  of  the  writer,  to- 
gether with  odd  charts,  maps,  diagrams  and  thermometric  records,  all  of  them 
bearing  marks  of  having  come  from  a  very  hot  region,  are  strong  proofs  of  the 
authenticity  of  his  exploration. 

Perhaps  it  is  unnecessary  to  add  that  the  author  has  taken  many  liberties 
with  Mr.  Hunt's  text.  The  condition  of  the  documents  necessitated  certain 
guess-work,  and  he  has  freely  added  a  number  of  Inferno  pictures  that  were 
drawn  long  before  Hiprah  Hunt's  valuable  papers  came  to  his  notice. 

If  he  has  illuminated  the  dark  and  serious  subject  with  a 
suspicion  of  fun — it  is  meant  to  convey  the  hope  he  feels  for  all 
sinners  like  himself,  that  some  relief  of  a  slightly  humorous 
nature  may  be  found  even  in  Hell. 

A.   Y. 


There  are  many  portraits  of  Dante  giving  a  more  soulfully  poetic 
cast  to  his  countenance  and  which  are  much  more  pleasing  for 
admirers  of  the  great  Florentine,  to  look  upon,  than  the  one  re- 
produced here ;  but  this  is  the  first  portrait  ever  published  which  is 
intended  to  portray  the  way  the  poet  must  really  have  felt  at  the 
termination  of  his  trip  through  the  Infernal  Regions. 


A  portrait  of  Hiprah  Hunt  in  his  library  which  contains  the  fol- 
lowing well-thumbed  books :  John  Bunyan's  "Sighs  from  Hell," 
Jonathan  Edwards's  pamphlet  on  "The  Justice  of  Endless  Punish- 
ment," Christopher  Love's  "Hell's  Terror,"  William  Cooper's 
"Three  Discourses  Concerning  the  Reality,  the  Extremity,  and  the 
Absolute  Eternity  of  Hell  Punishments,"  Jeremy  Taylor  on  "Pains 
of  Hell,"  and  Alexander  Jephson's  "The  Certainty  and  Importance 
of  a  Future  Judgment  and  Everlasting  Retribution." 

Besides  these  he  possesses  several  histories  of  the  Devil  and 
many  old  prints  pertaining  to  the  same  subject. 


CANTO    I. 

In  the  beginning  Mr.  Hunt  tells  how  he  passed  the  day  in  a  large 
city  where  he  delivered  his  unique  lecture  on  Dante,  and  spent  the 
rest  of  his  time  sight-seeing  and  searching  for  literature  on  his 
favorite  subject. 

Tired  and  confused  with  the  busy  scenes  and  active  incidents  of 
the  day,  he  is  returning  by  night  train  to  his  home.  As  usual,  when 
traveling,  he  reads  his  Divine  Comedy.  He  has  not  read  far  when 
he  is  overcome  by  a  sense  of  drowsiness.  Sleepily,  he  reviews  the 
events  of  the  day  in  the  bustling  city  while  musing  over  the  grew- 
some  scenes  in  his  book.  What  with  the  thoughts  of  high  build- 
ings, cable  cars,  of  arch-heretics  in  their  fiery  tombs,  slot  machines, 
automobiles  and  gibbering  ghosts,  of  swift-running  elevators  and 
headless  spirits,  of  well-dressed  gamblers  and  "Adam's  evil  brood" 
at  large,  his  mind  is  truly  in  a  chaotic  state. 


DISORDERED   MUSINGS. 


CANTO    II. 

An  irresistible  impulse  prompts  him  to  walk  to  the  rear  platform 
of  the  car.  A  sudden  lurch  of  the  train  as  it  turns  round  a  curve  in 
the  track  and  he  finds  himself  lying  prone  by  the  road  side. 

On  either  hand  there  stretches  a  boundless  forest  of  the  wildest 
desolation.  Overhead  a  ghostly  night  wind  ploughs  through  the 
tree  tops  and  wails  and  sobs  like  a  lost  spirit.  Amidst  a  whizzing 
of  invisible  bats  and  the  hoots  of  melancholy  owls,  he  struggles  to 
his  feet.  Combing  the  gravel  out  of  his  long  locks  he  sets  forth  in 
a  southeasterly  direction. 


CANTO    III. 

Through  briars  and  bushes,  over  prickly  plants  and  vines  that  are 
laced  together  like  a  tangled  mass  of  serpents  in  the  innermost 
recesses  of  deep  chasms  and  black  ravines,  he  stumbles  toward 
the  Unseen.  When  his  emotions  have  abated  he  finds  himself 
alone  in  the  heart  of  a  forest,  where  trees  are  so  thickly  crowded 
that  the  air  is  dense  and  hard  to  breathe. 

Finally,  he  comes  to  a  projecting  precipice  from  which  he  peers 
and  discerns  a  dim  light  through  the  sluggishly  rising  smoke.  As 
he  crawls  lower  he  hears  voices,  and  a  great  commotion.  An  odor 
of  burning  brimstone  fills  the  air.  He  swings  out  from  an  over- 
hanging rock  and  allows  himself  to  drop. 


ON  THE  WAY  DOWN. 


CANTO    IV. 

Hiprah  Hunt  is  at  the  American  entrance  to  Hell.  He  stands 
amidst  a  throng  of  Demons,  sinners  and  employees  of  the  realm. 
Crowds  of  men  are  getting  overcoats  checked  and  buying  fans. 
He  buys  one  himself,  and  also  secures  a  guide  book,  locating  the 
different  sections  and  departments.  He  sees  over  the  portal's 
lofty  arch  the  words  "Leave  all  hope  on  the  outside."  This  de- 
mand he  will  not  entirely  accede  to.  He  retains  a  little,  thinking 
he  may  need  it  later  on. 

Because  Mr.  Hunt  shows  no  evidence  of  having  died,  the  goblin 
custodian  who  watches  the  entrance  will  not  allow  him  to  pass. 
Mr.  Hunt  does  not  deny  that  he  is  alive,  but  explains  that  he  is 
about  the  only  prominent  champion  of  future  punishment  living 
and  deserves  special  consideration. 

He  further  argues  that  inasmuch  as  Dante  was  admitted  without 
question  through  the  Italian  entrance,  he  ought  to  be  granted  an 
equal  privilege  on  the  American  side. 

The  goblin,  after  a  lengthy  telephone  consultation,  withdraws 
his  objection,  and  Mr.  Hunt  proceeds. 


-£^~v  -==_-- 


CANTO    V. 

On  passing  through  the  long  entrance  corridor  Mr.  Hunt  hears  a 
low  mutter  as  of  thunder,  which  grows  louder  as  he  advances. 

A  train  load  of  souls  comes  screaming  through  the  gloom.  In 
the  distance  he  sees  the  train  cross  a  bridge  and  eventually  come 
to  a  stop.  The  passengers  step  out  and  are  driven  to  a  place  of 
registration.  Here  they  write  their  names  and  addresses  in  a 
large  book. 


If *r^,  ;  i^li 


COMPELLED  TO  REGISTER. 


CANTO    VI. 

Coming  out  of  the  cavern,  spoken  of  in  the  preceding  Canto,  the 
explorer  crosses  the  distant  bridge  and  enters  another  densely 
wooded  region.  Here  he  finds  the  souls  of  those  who  are  not 
quite  bad  enough  to  be  punished  severely,  but  are  allowed  to  ex- 
ist "desiring  without  hope."  He  is  approached  by  shrouded  spirits 
who  describe  themselves  as  a  school  of  poets,  and  instantly  re- 
calling how  Dante  in  his  peregrinations  ran  across  Homer,  he  en- 
quires for  that  worthy. 

He  learns  that  this  is  quite  another  group  to  that  in  which  the 
ancient  bard  moves.  These  are  the  unworthies  who  spent  their 
time  on  earth  writing  bad  poetry  when  they  would  have  been  bet- 
ter engaged  sawing  wood  or  washing  dishes. 


CONFIRMED    WRITERS    OF    BAD    POETRY. 


CANTO    VII. 

In  the  same  vicinity  Mr.  Hunt  finds  a  soul  chained    to    a    rock, 
wearing  a  heavy  sheet-iron  dunce  cap. 

This  is  the  man  who  was  fond  of  playing  jokes  on  others,  but 
who  was  wont  to  become  furious  when  the  joke  was  on  himself. 
The  explorer  asks  him  a  few  questions  and  passes  on,  leaving  the 
captive  strangely  perplexed. 


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CANTO    VIII. 

Mr.  Hunt  reaches  the  boundary  of  the  forest  and  finds  himself 
overlooking  a  vast  arena  in  which  as  far  down  as  he  can  see  there 
reigns  a  scene  of  wild  activity. 

The  picture  on  the  opposite  page  was  drawn  from  a  crude  and 
indistinct  diagram  made  by  Mr.  Hunt.  The  artist  does  not  vouch 
for  the  correctness  of  every  detail  in  the  drawing,  having  restored 
many  signs  and  placards  which  in  Mr.  Hunt's  original  were  al- 
most obliterated. 


A  THICKLY  POPULATED  CORNER. 


CANTO    IX. 

The  explorer  now  determines  to  find  Satan.  To  avoid  the  difficul- 
ties that  Dante  met  with,  it  is  Mr.  Hunt's  purpose  to  get  a  permit 
to  pass  through  the  Empire  from  the  Devil  himself.  Though  De- 
mons pursue  him  with  persistency  he  succeeds  in  reaching  a  huge 
arched  entrance  in  an  immense  purple  rock.  Over  it  is  a  blazing 
inscription  reading:  "Satan's  office."  Here  Mr.  Hunt  pauses. 
For  a  moment  he  is  afraid.  He  regains  his  courage,  and,  mount- 
ing an  elaborate  fire-escape,  enters.  "As.  a  night-hawk  cleaves  a 
side  flight  in  the  sky,"  says  the  poet-explorer,  "so  the  great  arch- 
enemy of  mankind  wheeled  round  in  his  chair  as  I  entered." 

Hiprah  Hunt  finds  himself  in  great  danger  of  being  cast  into 
Hell-fire  before  he  can  make  known  the  object  of  his  presence. 
When  he  explains  that  he  has  been  a  lifelong  expounder  of  the 
future  punishment  theory,  that  his  purpose  is  to  explore  the  re- 
gion and  go  back  to  earth  with  the  proof  of  his  belief,  Satan  shows 
great  courtesy.  He  immediately  telephones  to  the  heads  of  the 
departments  in  his  realm  to  assemble  at  Plutoblitzz,  the  Central 
Station  of  the  region,  and  to  receive  Mr.  Hunt  with  a  great 
ovation. 


;**--v 


CANTO    X. 

In  this  Canto  the  explorer  describes  his  arrival  at  the  Central  Sta- 
tion, accompanied  by  Satan. 

He  is  met  by  a  vast  crowd  of  the  Demon  population  and  a  re- 
ception committee  of  distinguished  citizens. 

After  the  formality  of  the  reception  he  is  beseiged  by  delega- 
tions from  labor  unions,  secret  societies,  members  of  the  Fire  De- 
partment and  Golf  clubs,  autograph  fiends,  insurance  agents,  and 
representatives  of  the  three  official  newspapers  ''The  Daily  Groan," 
"Hot  Times"  and  "The  Yelp." 

After  the  bands  have  ceased  playing  and  the  tumult  subsides 
Satan  announces  that  Air.  Hunt  will  make  a  speech. 

THE  SPEECH  OF  HIPRAH  HUNT. 

(From  an  extra  edition  of  the  Daily  Groan.) 
"Tour  Majesty,  Demons,  Fiends  and  Imps: 

"I  thank  you  for  this  ovation.  This,  the  Hell  of  my  forefathers,  with 
such  improvements  as  you  have  made,  is  good  enough  for  me. 

"So  long  as  man  waxes  fat  in  folly  and  vice  on  earth  without  a  worried 
conscience,  the  world  will  need  this  region  and  must  throttle  the  voice  of 
the  so-called  'wise-man'  who  says  it's  a  myth.  (Flapping  of  wings  and  roar 
of   thunder.) 

"I  stand  here  on  ground  trod  by  the  immortal  Dante  (loud  cheers  for 
Dante  and  flash  of  green  Are),  that  great  Italian  who  blazed  the  way  for 
my  own  coming.  To  carry  on  the  work  of  this  great  man  is  no  easy  task;  but 
■with  the  permission  of  your  most  Imperial  High  Ruler  and  yourselves,  I 
hope  to  get  about  and  see  a  few  things  that  will  startle  millions  of  people 
who  have  ceased  to  be  frightened  at  the  thought  of  eternal  damnation. 
(Loud  reports  of  bursting  thermometers.) 

"Doesn't  it  serve  men  right  who  think  they  can  go  through  life  cheating, 
cursing,  liquor-drinking,  lying  and  raising  Cain  generally  to  find  in  the  end 
that  it's  time  to  pay  up.  (A  thousand  voices:  Sure!  Give  it  to  'em;  Hunt's 
all  right.)  On  all  the  winds  of  the  upper  world  are  borne  the  croaking  of 
the  crows  of  modern  thought.  But  depend  upon  it,  one  voice,  the  voice  of 
Hiprah  Hunt,  shall  always  be  raised  against  them  in  defence  of  this  great 
Infernal  Empire. 

"Again  I  thank  you  all,  particularly  the  musicians,  for  this  tribute  of 
esteem." 

(Part  of  the  band  then  strike  up  the  "magic-fire  scene,"  from  "Die 
Walkiire,"  while  the  rest  play  "He's  a  jolly  good  fellow"  in  rag 
time.  The  crowd  cheers  lustily  and  the  affair  ends  with  a  magnifi- 
cent display  of  fireworks.) 


A  TAC^iMite    of     M*  Hunts    p^^okt  , 

TRANSLATED     ueads  ;  "Pass      Hipkah    Hu*t,   A 

WARM        ADVOCATE       OF       THE      CAUSe"  0uoN|Ctv 


A       QuESTfON 


Caver  a/    or   the 

,  ii 

Monster  "Tip  SYSTEM. 


merry- go -Round 
Cl  OOM  -BREED  IN  Q 


MAP  OF  A  HELL  DISTRICT. 
(From  a  design  by  Mr.  Hunt.) 


Saloon  — 
Keepers 

Pit 


CANTO    XL 

Mr.  Hunt  courteously  declines  the  aid  of  guides  whose  services 
are  offered  by  Satan  preferring,  as  he  explains,  to  go  unattended, 
and  makes  his  way  to  what  is  known  as  the  first  district  of  Hell. 

Here  he  sees  old  Charon  the  pilot,  who  started  his  career  as  the 
Styx  ferryman  with  a  boat  hardly  large  enough  to  hold  two  col- 
lege professors,  but  who  now  runs  a  large  double-decked  steamer 
fitted  out  with  modern  improvements  and  accommodating  eight 
hundred  souls. 


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THIS  IS  CAPTAIN  CHARON. 


CANTO    XII. 

Mr.  Hunt  sees  Charon's  boat  take  on  a  load  of  passengers.  He 
watches  it  pull  out  from  the  pier  and  cross  the  river.  An  orches- 
tra, consisting  of  a  bass  horn  and  an  accordion,  supplies  the  tor- 
ture on  the  run  from  shore  to  shore.  Wearing  nothing  but  a 
mackintosh  and  gaiters  the  Captain  stands  on  the  roof  of  the  pilot 
house  grimly  scanning  the  black  waves. 


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CANTO    XIII. 

Coming  into  the  second  district  Mr.  Hunt  is  debating  which  way 
lie  shall  proceed,  when  he  hears  a  scuffling  on  the  heated  asphalt 
road  behind  him.  He  turns  and  sees  passing  a  drove  of  human- 
footed  sheep,  led  by  a  monkey,  whose  contortions  they  are  com- 
pelled to  imitate.  Mr.  Hunt  consults  his  guide  book  and  learns 
that  these  are  the  people  who  did  things  because  others  did  them, 
never  taking  the  trouble  to  think  for  themselves. 


CANTO    XIV. 

The  explorer  has  not  journeyed  far  in  the  first  department  of  the 
second  district  when  he  beholds  Minos,  the  Infernal  Judge. 

Up  the  terraced  enclosure,  arranged  directly  in  front  of  the 
Judge,  in  rows  of  hundreds  and  extending  as  far  as  the  eye  can 
reach,  Mr.  Hunt  sees  the  sinners  awaiting  their  turn  to  be  sen- 
tenced. 

When  the  ill-fated  soul  stands  before  this  Supreme  Court  he 
confesses  everything. 

An  Irish  policeman  leads  a  trembling  sinner  to  trial. 

"Well,  what  have  you  to  say?"  asks  the  Judge  in  a  loud  voice. 

"Your  Honor,  I  confess  that  I  have  always  been  somewhat  ob- 
stinate." 

"Yes  ;  I  know  you,"  answers  the  Judge,  "you  are  one  of  these 
pig-headed  fellows — you  never  admit  it  even  if  you  know  you  are 
wrong.     Officer,  remove  him  to  the  stubborn  district." 


CANTO    XV. 

Taking  his  way  down  the  rugged  slope  Mr.  Hunt  comes  to  the 
hot  region  where  people  who  took  no  pride  in  their  work  are  pun- 
ished. 

Here  he  finds  the  tailors  who  made  ill-fitting  clothes  steaming 
and  fuming,  attired  in  their  own  misfits. 

In  different  sections  of  the  same  department  he  sees  engravers, 
carpenters,  artists  and  various  other  offenders  of  the  same  class. 

This  discovery  may  serve  as  a  warning  to  all  those  on  earth 
who,  thinking  rather  of  the  money  they  will  gain  by  it  than  of  its 
quality,  hurry  and  slight  their  work. 


CANTO    XVI 

Next,  by  permission,  he  goes  along  the  edge  of  a  void,  and,  turn- 
ing to  the  right,  comes  to  the  district  where  street-corner  mashers 
are  punished. 

"Under  huge  flat  rocks  they  feebly  flounder,  while  their  despond- 
ent murmurs  fill  the  haunted  air." 


>  /  if 

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'MASHERS." 


CANTO    XVII. 

Consulting  his  map  Mr.  Hunt  chooses  a  road  that  leads  down  to 
the  gulf  where  slow  people  learn  a  lesson  in  activity. 

His  guide  book  explains  who  a  few  of  the  slow  people  are. 

The  merchant  who  readily  agrees  to  deliver  goods  at  a  specified 
time  and  invariably  fails  to  do  so. 

The  person  who  blocks  a  line  of  people  at  a  railway  ticket  office 
while  asking  needless  questions. 

The  business  man  who  spends  three  hours  at  lunch  knowing 
that  his  partner  cannot  leave  the  office  until  he  returns. 

The  explorer  inspects  the  machinery  that  is  devised  for  the  pun- 
ishment of  these  individuals  and  then  journeys  on  his  way. 


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SLOW  PEOPLE   MADE   ACTIVE. 


CANTO    XV III. 

Passing  through  a  gloomy  ravine,  Mr.  Hunt's  curiosity  is  aroused 
by  a  sound  of  fiendish  revelry. 

Following  the  direction  of  the  noise  he  comes  into  that  region 
which,  according  to  his  guide  book,  is  occupied  by  the  "fools  of 
success." 

Here  he  finds  the  man  who  climbed  up  in  the  world  and  then 
forgot  his  friends. 

"As  a  cat  clings  to  a  tree  trunk,"  says  the  poet,  "while  dogs 
dance  'round  with  laughing  tongues,"  so  this  malefactor  hangs 
high  up  a  spike-covered  pole,  while  "fiends  make  merry  at  his  sorry 
plight." 

Keeping  well  out  of  view  the  explorer  continues  his  travels. 


HE   CLIMBED  UP  IN  THE  WORLD   AND   THEN  FORGOT   THE    FRIENDS 
WHO    HELPED   HIM    CLIMB. 


CANTO    XIX. 

While  cautiously  proceeding  down  a  smoke-swept  region  of  the 
third  section,  Mr.  Hunt  sees  the  Limitless  Express  of  the  Grand 
Bump  Railroad  shrieking  and  rocking  on  its  way  to  the  bottom- 
less pit. 


CANTO    XX. 

Mr.  Hunt  crosses  an  aqueduct  and  finds  himself  in  a  district  where 
people  are  tormented  who  have  defrauded  or  abused  others  by  the 
use  of  hypnotic  power.  It  appears  that  the  Demons  have  the 
power  of  hypnotism  themselves  and  treat  their  victims  as  the  lat- 
ter treated  others  while  on  earth. 


FATE   OF   A   HYPNOTIST. 


CANTO    XXI. 

The  poet  relates  the  punishment  of  such  as  were  too  suspicious. 

Here  he  finds  the  man  who  suspects  that  everybody  is  trying  to 
cheat  him,  and  also  the  man  who  thinks  that  every  philanthropist 
has  pecuniary  reasons  for  his  good  deeds. 

These  and  many  others  are  turned  into  a  rocky  region  to  be 
chased  and  tormented  by  strange  animals  called  Bunklefrights 
and  Snoopflaps.  These  animals  have  large,  piercing  eyes,  and 
sharp-pointed  tails  and  toe  nails  with  which  they  prick  their  victims, 
laughing  the  while  with  a  peculiar  sound  that  reminds  Mr.  Hunt  of 
a  violent  bronchial  cough. 


CANTO    XXII. 

Mr.  Hunt  takes  his  way  down  a  long  declivity  up  which  the  blind- 
ing steam  hurries  "as  a  blizzard  sweeps  up  a  prairie  slope."  Here 
he  looks  out  over  the  vast  territory  where  the  professional  tramps 
are  made  miserable.  They  are  compelled  to  submit  to  everlasting 
baths  in  vats  of  boilinsr  water. 


CANTO    XXIII. 

Remounting  by  the  same  path  which  led  to  the  department 
spoken  of  in  the  preceding  Canto,  the  explorer  now  passes  over 
into  the  sixth  section. 

His  guide  book  tells  him  that  here  the  bores  are  punished. 

He  takes  note  of  the  penalty  that  follows  the  man  who  contin- 
ually talks  about  himself,  and  others  of  the  bore  species ;  then, 
showing  his  passport,  he  steps  into  a  descending  elevator,  with  in- 
structions to  be  put  off  at  the  next  station. 


BORING    A    BORE. 


CANTO    XXIV. 

Alighting  from  the  elevator  Mr.  Hunt  makes  his  way  to  the  dis- 
trict where  he  sees  the  conscience-thumping  machines  at  work,  an 
illustration  of  which  is  in  his  guide  book. 

A  manufacturer  who  has  taken  the  invention  of  a  poor  man  and 
made  a  fortune  out  of  it,  without  compensating  the  inventor,  is 
found  bound  to  the  platform  of  one  of  these  machines  underneatn 
a  trip-hammer  that  plays  an  eternal  tattoo  on  his  sinful  old  head. 


HE  STOLE  AN  INVENTION. 


CANTO    XXV. 

Still  in  the  same  department  he    sees    many    more    souls    who 
walked  over  the  rights  of  others  in  an  excess  of  sordid  ambition. 

High  up  over  a  narrow  rushing  river,  his  body  stretched  and 
fastened  from  bank  to  bank,  he  finds  one  of  these  culprits  serving 
as  a  footbridge  over  which  the  Demons  walk. 

This  department  also  contains  the  obnoxious  photographers, 
who,  ignoring  all  rights  of  privacy,  practiced  "snap-shooting"  on 
whomsoever  they  pleased. 


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HE  WALKED  OVER  OTHERS. 


CANTO    XXVI 

On  a  shelf  of  the  rugged  slope  our  explorer  now  sees  a  malefactor 
whose  fate  after  all  seems  hardly  adequate  to  his  fault.  He  is  the 
man  who  eats  in  dehance  of  all  laws  of  decency.  The  days  when  he 
spaded  pie  into  his  mouth  or  drew  soup  through  his  mustache 
with  a  sound  like  a  leaking  hydrant,  are  now  but  a  hideous  mem- 
ory. 


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HE  ATE  LIKE  A  PIG. 


CANTO    XXVII. 

Mr.  Hunt  now  proceeds  onward  to  the  bridge  that  crosses  the 
ninth  chasm. 

In  this  region  he  finds  the  lawyers,  every  one  of  whom  is  gagged. 

The  explorer  reflects  on  the  necessity  o>  this  penalty  and  passes 
on. 


CANTO    XXVIII. 

Just  across  the  River  Lethe  there  lies  a  small  territory  where  the 
explorer  finds  the  caricaturists  who  ridiculed  public  men  for  money 
— not  principle. 

He  describes  their  punishment,  which  is  to  look  forever  at  pic- 
tures of  themselves  made  after  they  have  been  rolled,  kneaded, 
pulled  and  twisted  out  of  all  semblance  to  their  former  selves. 

Mr.  Hunt  is  not  disturbed  by  pangs  of  pity  as  he  journeys  on. 


CANTO    XXIX. 

Through  an  almost  interminable  cavern  the  explorer  now  comes 
out  into  a  vast  mountainous  region  called  the  "Devil's  Hunting 
Ground." 

Corrupt  men  in  public  office,  who  combined  and  threw  the  blame 
of  their  guilt  on  one  man  are  found  in  this  region  transformed  into 
wild  animals,  for  the  amusement  of  Satan's  sharp-shooting  devils. 

Though  they  escaped  public  abuse  on  earth  and  prided  them- 
selves on  not  being  "found  out,"  it  is  different  in  Hell. 

Here  they  are  scapegoats  themselves,  and  are  hunted  and  shot 
by  Demons  armed  with  blunderbusses  that  fire  five  pounds  of  salt 
with  one  revolution  of  a  wheel  trigger. 


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HUNTING   SCAPEGOATS. 


CANTO    XXX. 

Mr.  Hunt's  hat  is  blown  off  by  a  stormy  blast,  and  going  down  a 
deep  ravine  to  recover  it,  he  beholds  a  hideous  monster  called  the 
Tip  System. 

This  animal  sits  upright  on  its  two  feet.  It  is  a  beast  of  mouth 
and  stomach.  Its  height  is  that  of  twenty  men.  On  the  full  length 
of  its  pale  green  front  a  ladder  rests.  Men  toil  up  this  ladder  with 
vats  of  food  and  pour  the  contents  into  the  animal's  hungry  maw. 

Their  labor  never  ends,  for  the  monster's  appetite  increases  in 
proportion  as  it  is  fed.  Perhaps  it  is  just  as  well,  for  the  explorer 
discovers  that  the  men  who  have  this  work  to  do  are  the  porters 
and  waiters  who  neglected  and  insulted  customers  when  not 
tipped. 


CANTO    XXXI. 

Mr.  Hunt  now  takes  the  Infernal  Elevated  Train  and  gets  off  at 
the  district  where  editors  are  punished. 

He  finds  them  classified  in  his  guide  book  and  takes  note  of  a 
few  of  them : 

"Editors  who  never  credited  stolen  articles." 

"Editors  who  threatened  public  men  with  abuse  if  they  refused 
to  do  as  they  dictated." 

"Editors  who  were  very  careful  not  to  publish  disagreeable 
truths  about  people  of  wealth,  and  so-called  'social  station,'  but 
never  hesitated  to  print  anything  about  people  outside  this  select 
circle." 

Huge  red-hot  waste  baskets  hold  them,  the  worst  offenders  be- 
ins:  at  the  bottom. 


MAKING  THE  BEST  OF  IT. 


Bad   Actor:     "Well,   anyway,   there's  one  comforting  thing  about   this  region; 
no  matter  how  bad  one  acts,  he  can't  get  a  frost." 


CANTO    XXXII. 

Aimlessly  making  his  way  through  the  crackling  heat,  Mr.  Hunt 
comes  face  to  face  with  the  inventor  who  is  responsible  for  the 
barb-wire  fence. 

His  lot  is  not  a  pleasant  one.    He  is  compelled  to  sit  forever  on 
his  own  invention. 


THE  INVENTOR  OF  THE  BARB-WIRE  FENCE. 


CANTO    XXXIII. 

In  this  Canto  Mr.  Hunt  describes  the  meeting  with  that  historic 
personage,  Farinata. 

He  relates  a  conversation  he  had  with  Dante  which  interests  the 
explorer. 

Farinata  tells  him  also  of  the  burning  hardships  and  similarity 
in  the  temperature  which  he  has  endured  for  several  hundred  years, 
He  remembers  but  one  holiday  in  all  that  time,  the  occasion  being 
a  ball  game  gotten  up  by  a  picked  nine  of  American  sinners  against 
the  world. 


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CANTO    XXXIV. 

Close  by  Mr.  Hunt  learns  the  fate  of  deceptive  land  agents. 

These  men  who  urged  poor  people  to  migrate  to  a  barren  coun- 
try under  the  impression  that  it  was  a  paradise,  and  advertised 
beautiful  homes  in  ideal  locations  which  turned  out  to  be  the  re- 
verse of  the  printed  descriptions,  are  lifted  high  in  the  car  of  an  ob- 
servation elevator  with  promises  of  a  fine  view  of  the  surrounding 
country  and  choice  of  cool  corner  lots.  When  at  a  great  height  a 
Demon  pulls  a  lever,  a  trap-door  opens  and  the  agent  falls  into  a 
furnace  of  brimstone  fire. 


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THE  FALL  OF  A  DECEIVING  LAND-AGENT. 


CANTO    XXXV. 

In  the  twelfth  district  most  of  the  brimstone  mines  of  the  region 
are  located. 

Here  confined  to  hard  labor  are  many  kinds  of  culprits.  Among 
them  Mr.  Hunt  thinks  he  recognizes  an  old  neighbor  who  was  too 
lazy  to  shovel  the  snow  from  his  sidewalk. 

While  watching  these  laborers  a  Demon  overseer  calls  his  at- 
tention to  a  brood  of  spirits  leaping  and  tumbling  amongst  the 
distant  crags. 

They  are  embezzlers,  carrying  heavy  bags  of  stones  and  being 
pursued  by  swift-winged  devils. 


A  TASK  OF  PERPETUAL  SHOVELLING. 


CANTO    XXXVI. 

Still  in  the  same  gulf  the  explorer  sees  a  sign  which  points  to  the 
"trash  dumping  ground."  Curious  to  see  what  is  called  trash  in 
Satan's  domain,  he  follows  the  road  that  leads  down  through  the 
red  rock  and  comes  to  a  pit  "which  all  the  words  of  Italy's  bard 
would  fail  in  power  to  describe." 

In  the  bottom  of  this  vast  hole  heaps  of  gnarled  and  shrivelled- 
up  souls  have  fallen  and  are  still  falling.  He  learns  that  these  are 
the  souls  of  people  who  continually  tried  to  underrate,  or  detract 
from,  the  success  of  others. 


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CANTO  XXXVIL 

"Standing  like  patient  oxen  in  their  stalls,"  Mr.  Hunt  discovers 
a  row  of  hapless  souls,  each  held  tightly  by  the  nose  in  the  grip  of 
a  vice. 

This  is  the  just  penalty  ordained  for  those  who  habitually  in- 
truded their  noses  into  the  affairs  of  others. 

In  an  enclosure  of  the  same  district  notorious  prize-fighters, 
wearing  eiderdown  mittens,  are  compelled  to  fight  big  brawny  De- 
mons wearing  spiked  glbves. 


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HE  POKED  ABOUT  IN  OTHER  PEOPLE'S  AFFAIRS. 


CANTO    XXXV III. 

In  the  next  district,  which  reeks  with  stifling  odors,  Mr.  Hunt 
discovers  "reckless  talkers"  eating  their  own  words,  which  are 
served  red  hot  on  platters  in  the  form  of  tarts. 

Out  of  curiosity  Mr.  Hunt  takes  a  bite  of  this  Infernal  food.  For 
an  instant  he  feels  "as  one  ripped  inwards,  then  sickened  at  sea." 

He  remains  in  an  unconscious  condition  for  a  long  time,  but  is 
aroused  finally  by  a  clap  of  thunder  and  again  slowly  resumes  his 
journey. 


M  "    i    I  hi 


CANTO    XXXIX. 

Being  weak  from  the  result  of  testing  Infernal  food,  the  explorer 
accepts  an  invitation  to  ride  in  an  automobile  to  the  next  district. 
Over  the  same  territory  that  Dante  traversed  afoot  in  the  year 
1314,  Mr.  Hunt  now  travels  in  this  modern  fashion. 


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CANTO    XL. 

Hugging  a  rocky  ledge  closely,  Mr.  Hunt  gropes  his  way  to  a 
lower  plain  in  the  same  region  where  he  sees  the  punishment  meted 
out  to  bribe-taking  aldermen. 

These  are  shoveled  into  ovens  built  for  that  purpose. 

It  is  Mr.  Hunt's  opinion  that  under  pressure  of  the  fierce  heat 
the  victims  may  regret  at  times  that  they  accepted  bribes  for  the 
giving  of  contracts  and  franchises. 


yTtf/T/frfsTf, 


CANTO    XLI. 

Up  through  the  Stygian  darkness  a  terrible  tumult  of  voices  smites 
the  ear  of  the  explorer.  Peering  down  the  jaws  of  a  deep  pit  he 
sees  the  souls  of  the  bucket-shop  gamblers. 

Through  the  flickering  red  light  that  pervades  this  region  the 
explorer  makes  his  way  to  the  next  district. 


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THE  BUCKET-SHOP  GAMBLERS. 


CANTO    XLII. 

In  what  is  called  the  Carousal  of  Hell,  Mr.  Hunt  sees  the  long- 
legged  devils. 

Some  of  these  have  legs  thirty  feet  long.  They  hop  about,  chas- 
ing victims,  in  a  game  of  tag.  The  feature  of  the  game  that  makes 
it  interesting  for  the  devils  is  that  they  are  never  "it." 

People  who  "jump  at  conclusions"  are  some  of  the  unfortunates 
who  are  kept  dodging  and  guessing  in  this  department. 


PLAYING  TAG  WITH  PEOPLE  WHO   "JUMP  AT   CONCLUSIONS." 


CANTO    XLIII. 

Under  the  escort  of  a  Demon  overseer,  Mr.  Hunt  is  directed  into 
a  department  where  he  witnesses  the  punishment  of  a  man  who  on 
earth  wore  fine  clothes,  while  his  wife  and  children  went  about  in 
shabby  attire.  Here  the  victim  is  made  to  wear  an  old  dress  of 
pink  calico  and  a  bright  green  hat  with  yellow  trimmings,  set  on 
sideways. 


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A  CASE  OF  SELFISHNESS. 


CANTO    XLIV. 

Mr.  Hunt  finds  himself  on  the  corner  of  Brimstone  Avenue  and 
Ripsnort  Place,  where  he  sees  that  type  of  street-car  conductor 
who,  if  he  did  not  happen  to  feel  in  the  mood,  would  not  stop  his 
car  as  you  stood  gesticulating  wildly  for  his  attention.  Chained 
to  a  red  hot  griddle,  where  the  cars  pass  continually  to  and  from 
the  foot-ball  games,  he  shouts  in  vain  to  the  grip-fiend  and  Demon- 
passengers  for  relief. 

He  is  lucky  if  nothing  worse  is  hurled  at  him  than  a  hoarse 
mocking  laugh. 


A    HAUGHTY    CONDUCTOR. 


CANTO    XLV. 

Coming  to  a  spot  where  the  plain,  spoken  of  in  the  preceding 
Canto,  terminates  in  an  almost  perpendicular  steep,  the  traveller 
discovers  through  the  thick  fog  hovering  below  the  dim  outline 
of  the  battlements  surrounding  the  female  department.  On  seeing 
a  sign  "No  gentlemen  admitted,"  his  native  chivalry  causes  him  to 
retire  without  investigating  the  prohibited  region. 


CANTO    XLVI. 

Though  the  low  moans  of  tormented  souls  disconcert  him  some- 
what, Mr.  Hunt  courageously  continues  his  journey. 

The  next  district  he  explores  is  that  one  where  the  souls  are 
frozen  in  cakes  of  ice.     It  is  called  the  Cold-Storage  Pit. 

"People  who  warm  up  to  us  while  we  are  successful,  but  turn 
cold  in  time  of  misfortune,"  are  occupants  of  this  region. 

Mr.  Hunt  learns  that  this  is  the  most  densely  crowded  district 
in  the  whole  Infernal  Empire,  and  that  it  is  being  enlarged  by 
three  hundred  acres  to  accommodate  the  many  who  unfortunately 
still  roam  the  earth. 


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THE    OVERCROWDED    COLD-STORAGE    PIT. 


CANTO    XLVII. 

Passing  a  cave  the  explorer  hears  the  "rush  and  shriek  of  winter 
winds."  On  investigation  he  sees  a  nude  soul  tugging  at  a  halter 
which  fastens  him  to  a  post. 

Mr.  Hunt  does  not  need  to  refer  to  his  guide  book  in  order  to 
identify  this  victim.  He  had  known  the  man  on  earth,  as  a  farmer 
who  used  to  leave  his  horses  unblanketed  in  the  winter  storm, 
while  he  attended  prayer  meeting  in  a  warm  church. 


HE  WOULDN'T  BLANKET  HIS  HORSE. 


CANTO    XLVIII. 

Mr.  Hunt  takes  an  elevated  train  and  gets  off  at  a  street  called 
"Big  Head  Boulevard,"  a  long  deep  defile  in  the  rock  where  some 
of  the  conceited  people  of  earth  are  made  to  take  up  their  existence 
in  cave-like  shops  and  perform  menial  service  for  the  Demons. 
Men  who  held  important  positions  and  became  "puffed-up"  are 
forced  into  the  dignified  occupation  of  driving  tar-wagons  for  the 
"Good-Intention  Street  Pavement  Co." 

Here  are  the  conceited  men  of  the  arts  and  letters — the  "swelled 
heads"  of  the  theatrical  profession  and  the  arrogant  worshippers 
of  ancestry. 

The  latter  are  hoof-trimmers. 


CANTO    XLIX. 

After  resting  in  the  shadow  of  a  huge  bastion  of  rock,  a  Demon 
helps  him  climb  the  wall  surrounding  the  compartment  wherein 
the  careless  people  are  punished. 

He  sees  a  dentist  he  had  known,  a  man  who  was  just  as  sure 
to  pull  a  tooth  that  didn't  need  pulling  as  the  one  that  did — whose 
filling  work  invariably  had  to  be  done  over  by  someone  else. 

Mr.  Hunt  asks  him  how  he  is  enjoying  himself,  but  receives  no 
reply. 


■ ^Mii«l|,:"F,;i! 


FATE  OP  A  CARELESS  DENTIST. 


CANTO    L. 

In  this  Canto  the  poet  describes  the  punishment  of  policemen 
whose  chief  pleasure  on  earth  was  flaunting  their  authority  and 
clubbing  small  boys. 

He  relates  also  his  passage  through  the  midst  of  that  region 
where  soulless  monopolists  are  obliged  to  obey  the  anti-trust  man- 
dates of  Infernal  law.  Seated  in  large  frying-pans  they  bubble  and 
hiss  over  never-dying  fires. 

With  power  of  description  worthy  of  Dante  himself,  he  sees  "one 
corpulent  person  flop  in  the  pan,  head  down,  as  pop-corn  jumps 
with  the  heat." 


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"RULE  OR  RUIN1*  MONOPOLISTS 


HAVING  FUN  WITH  A   BRUTAL  POLICEMAN. 


CANTO    LI. 

With  the  example  of  Dante  ever  before  him,  Mr.  Hunt  determines 
to  keep  on,  though  the  discomforts  of  travel  grow  and  the  scenes 
unnerve  him.  He  is  reflecting  on  these  impediments  when  he 
comes  upon  a  vast  amphitheatre,  where  the  tax-dodgers  are  pun- 
ished. 


EXCITING  SPORT. 


CANTO    HI. 

With  the  aid  of  his  field  glass,  the  explorer  inspects  the  14th  sec- 
tion. 

Prowling  about  a  rock-bound  region  he  discerns  afar  off,  strange 
cat-like  animals  that  on  inquiry  he  learns  are  the  transformed  souls 
of  those  who  left  their  cats  to  starve  while  they  betook  themselves 
to  the  country  for  a  season  of  pleasure. 

Although  overcome  by  hunger,  every  eatable  thing  evades  them 
or  is  snatched  away  by  little  imps  that  skip  gleefully  about  with 
squeaks  of  merriment. 


THE   PENALTY  FOR   CAT-STARVING. 


CANTO    LIII. 

Hiprah  Hunt  holds  discourse  with  Beelzebub,  who    is    general 
superintendent  of  the  whole  lower  section  of  Hell. 

He  learns  from  this  distinguished  personage  that  Satan  makes 
a  tour  of  his  region  every  month  on  a  special  train.  From  the  plat- 
form of  his  private  car  he  gives  instructions  to  his  employees. 


-**• 


SATAN   ON   A   TOUR   OF   INSPECTION. 


CANTO  LIV. 

Mr.  Hunt  now  discontinues  his  explorations  for  a  while  to  be- 
come a  guest  of  Satan  at  the  Infernal  Theatre. 

Satan  and  the  explorer  meet  at  the  entrance,  which  is  at  the  top 
of  the  house,  and  enter  the  royal  box  by  a  private  elevator.  Satan 
is  received  as  usual  on  public  occasions  with  the  Infernal  yell, 
"Zip !  Zizz !  Whee !  who  are  we,  give  us  a  chance  and  you  will  see !" 

The  distinguished  guest  also  comes  in  for  a  round  of  cheers  and 
a  wagging  of  tails,  to  which  he  responds  with  a  bow. 

Among  other  acts,  Mr.  Hunt  witnesses  the  performance  of  a  cit- 
izen of  the  United  States  who  lacked  patriotism  and  who  is  com- 
pelled to  wave  a  flag  and  hurrah  lustily  in  favor  of  America  for 
fifty  years. 

He  sees  men  bound  to  posts  in  the  body  of  the  theatre  and  others 
in  cages  at  the  sides.  He  learns  that  the  former  are  those  who  on 
earth  would  disturb  concert  or  theatre  goers  with  incessant  talk- 
ing. The  latter  are  the  men  who  had  the  discourteous  habit  of  go- 
ing out  between  every  act. 


A  HELL  THEATRE. 


CANTO  LV. 

After  the  theatre  Mr.  Hunt  thanks  Satan  for  his  hospitality  and 
continues  his  journey.  He  takes  an  incline  car  and  arrives  at  the 
department  where  flatterers  are  punished. 

He  studies  the  list  of  victims  in  his  guide  book.  The  most  harm- 
ful kind,  "those  who  attach  themselves  to  a  man  the  instant  he 
makes  a  success  in  life  and  fill  him  with  exaggerated  notions  of  his 
greatness  and  importance,"  are  seen  in  stocks,  and  their  bare  feet 
are  being  tickled  by  delighted  imps.  He  watches  this  mirth-pro- 
voking devilment  for  a  while  and  then  proceeds. 


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CANTO  LVI. 

Picking  his  way  down  a  deep  ravine,  with  the  shrill  laughter  of 
the  tickling  imps  still  in  his  ears,  the  course  suddenly  turns,  and 
he  finds  himself  shut  off  from  all  light  and  sound  and  groping  in 
shadowy  darkness. 

Advancing  cautiously,  he  comes  to  a  wide  expanse  where  the 
ground  is  split  with  yawning  fissures  from  which  issues  smoke 
mingled  with  the  sound  of  doleful  voices. 

"Let  me  out !  I  can't  make  myself  heard !  Haven't  had  my  name 
in  a  newspaper  for  two  hundred  years  !   Help !" 

These  are  the  wails  of  the  notoriety  seekers. 


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ARRIVAL    OP   A    FOOT-BALL   CHAMPION. 

"What's   the   matter  down  here?" 

"O,  this  fool  fiend  tackled  that  half-  back   and    tried   to    rush    him   into   the 
Lake  of  Fire." 


CANTO  LVll. 

Questioning  an  employee,  Mr.  Hunt  learns  that  The  Great  Pun- 
isher  employs  five  thousand  overseers  or  district  police  captains. 

Each  is  assigned  to  a  district,  over  which  he  has  full  charge  and 
about  which  he  reports  regularly  to  his  Chief.  No  law-breakers 
are  rich  enough  to  purchase  protection  from  the  Infernal  Police 
Force.  In  a  lengthy  prose  description  of  the  Police  Department 
of  Hell,  Mr.  Hunt  expresses  his  belief  that  on  the  whole  it  is  better 
conducted  than  such  departments  in  many  American  cities. 


A   CAPTAIN  OF  THE  POLICE   FORCE. 


CANTO  LVIII. 

The  sewers  of  Hell  are  flushed  with  patent  medicines.  Such  medi- 
cines as  were  sold  on  earth  to  enrich  the  inventor,  but  were  of  no 
benefit  whatever  to  the  patient.  Wallowing  in  this  stream  of  mys- 
terious decoction  the  explorer  sees  the  souls  of  quack  doctors.  To 
add  to  the  punishment  of  gulping  their  own  poison,  unceasing 
showers  of  large  pills  descend,  the  doctors  frantically  beating  the 
air  in  their  endeavors  to  ward  off  the  bitter  storm. 


CANTO  LIX. 

Walking  along  the  embankment  he  turns  up  a  steep  gulch  to  the 
right,  and  down  through  the  purple  light  sees  the  region  where  the 
profane  are  punished  as  befits  their  crime. 

They  are  compelled  to  eat  soap.  Mr.  Hunt  learns  that  the  worst 
type  of  profane  man :  He  who  swears  regardless  of  the  pres- 
ence of  ladies — won't  even  say  "Oh  pshaw !"  after  he  has  been 
forced  to  eat  soap  for  a  few  years. 


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THE    PUBLIC    SPITTER. 


CANTO  LXL 

Mr.  Hunt  now  looks  down  on  a  spacious  valley  in  the  center  of 
which  there  stands  a  large  stage. 

On  this  stage  he  sees  a  throng  of  weary  looking  souls  dancing 
on  tacks.  These  are  the  men  who,  though  married  and  old  enough 
to  know  better,  were  wont  to  secretly  haunt  the  theatre  and  lavish 
affection,  flowers  and  wine  suppers  on  chorus  girls. 


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CANTO  LXII. 

The  explorer  is  now  in  the  lowest  depths. 

From  a  precipice  of  crimson  rock  he  beholds  the  punishment  of 
"bunco  steerers."  He  sees  a  howling  group  of  souls  huddled  on 
the  summit  of  a  hill,  from  top  to  bottom  of  which  is  constructed  a 
toboggan  slide  of  sand-paper.  As  they  stand  cringing  in  fright,  a 
Demon  policeman  yells :  "Next !"  and  the  foremost  shuffles  to  the 
front  and  is  given  a  shove  that  sends  him  whirling,  yelling  and 
rasping  down  the  incline  at  a  fearful  speed.  Arriving  at  the  bottom 
he  is  immediately  driven  back  and  forced  to  repeat  the  act.  Thus 
the  performance  continues  throughout  the  centuries. 


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SHOOTING  THE  INFERNAL  SHUTE. 


CANTO  LXIII. 

After  inspecting  the  kicking-machines  in  the  department  where 
"chronic  grumblers"  are  punished  Hiprah  Hunt  is  overcome  by  the 
heat.    He  now  concludes  that  he  will  not  explore  further. 


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FOR  CHRONIC  GRUMBLERS. 


CANTO  LXIV. 

On  recovering  strength  enough  to  enable  him  to  make  his  way  to 
an  Incline  Station,  Mr  Hunt  returns  to  Satan's  office  to  express  his 
thanks  for  the  privilege  of  being  permitted  to  explore  and  inspect 
his  vast  domain. 

The  Arch-Fiend  receives  him  courteously  and  tells  him  that  he 
is  much  interested  in  the  result  of  his  labors,  assuring  him  that  he 
is  appreciative  of  his  desire  to  offset  the  tendency  of  modern  think- 
ers to  dispense  entirely  with  future  punishment.  He  prevails  on 
Mr.  Hunt  to  remain  in  the  region  till  after  the  Annual  Parade  of 
Sinners.  Mr.  Hunt  agrees  to  do  so — and  accepts  the  Chief's  invita- 
tion to  be  his  guest  while  he  reviews  the  procession. 


CANTO  LXV. 

After  the  annual  parade  Hiprah  Hunt  is  given  a  farewell  ban- 
quet at  Satan's  palace  on  the  Styx. 

As  guest  of  honor  he  sits  at  one  end  of  a  long  table  and  Satan 
sits  at  the  other.  He  describes  the  magnificence  of  the  scene  and 
his  meeting  with  the  members  of  the  Hell  Common  Council. 

Charming  women  from  the  female  department  wait  on  the  table. 

When  in  response  to  a  toast  Mr.  Hunt  tells  the  Demons  that  a 
great  majority  of  the  civilized  world  think  Hell  only  a  bugaboo 
dream,  they  are  convulsed  with  laughter. 

The  banquet  over,  Hiprah  Hunt  bids  farewell  to  Satan  and  his 
colleagues.  The  Arch-Fiend  asks  him  to  come  again,  and  Mr. 
Hunt  promises  to  do  so  if  he  recovers  from  the  exploration  just 
ended. 

Taking  an  ascending  car  back  to  the  American  entrance  he 
climbs  out  into  the  upper  world,  through  the  same  wild  forest  he 
had  passed  six  weeks  before.  Under  a  star-lit  sky  he  makes  his 
way  home  with  proofs  that  Hell  really  is ;  that  Dante  was  right,  and 
that  Hiprah  Hunt  is  his  legitimate  successor. 

In  conclusion,  Mr.  Hunt  adds  the  following  verse,  the  wisdom  of 
which  no  reader  will  deny  who  has  followed  the  explorer's  journey 
below,  or  better  still  followed  his  own  life,  noting  the  penalties  that 
resulted  from  folly  and  disobedience  of  laws  of  right  living  here  on 
earth : 


"Good  people  all,  who  deal  with  the  Devil, 
Be  warned  now  by  what  I  say! 
His  credit's  long,  and  his  tongue  is  civil, 
But  you'll  have  the  Devil  to  pay." 


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